Well, we had quite the weekend here in our neck of the woods! It all started with Andrew’s goal of getting the car seat bases installed. He started with his truck, and the whole process was pretty uneventful. It fit well, it did not take him long to do, and the process was over shortly after it started. Our car seat inspection appointment is on Thursday.
After he installed the base in his vehicle, Andrew installed our second base in my car. My car is small, so I was careful to choose a compact travel system. Andrew had mentioned on several occasions that he was worried about the size of my car being compatible with the three of us riding around in it, but I always thought he was being a bit silly. The thought that my car might actually be too small for our car seat and stroller never entered my mind…
Until Andrew finished installing the seat. In order for the car seat to fit in the backseat, the front passenger seat had to be scooted all the way to the dash, leaving the person seated in the front seat forced to sit cross-legged, with their legs IN the seat. Even when Andrew showed me this, I thought, “Well, it may not be ideal, and it may not be comfortable, but we can make it work.” I really loved my car, and loved not having a car payment!
Hours later, it dawned on me that even though it may be feasible to squeeze one car seat into my little Toyota, squeezing TWO car seats in there was absolutely NOT going to happen.
So why do we need two car seats to fit into the same car at the same time?
Andrew and I have friends who are pregnant, and whose baby is due August 1st. She found out she was pregnant only a few short weeks after I learned I was pregnant, and it has been so neat having another couple to experience this crazy, new season of our lives with. She is a teacher, and her husband is one of Andrew’s classmates. I believe with all my heart that God brought them into our lives, and I am beyond excited to see what each of our futures (and our children’s futures) holds.
Anyway, she is going to take several weeks’ maternity leave after her baby, Luke, is born. After that, she is going to return to her job, and I am going to watch Luke while she is working and while her husband is in class during the week. This is a win-win all the way around, as it gives them someone to care for Luke during the week, it gives me some income while allowing me to stay home with Bonnie, and it gives both Bonnie and Luke an instant playmate in one another!
Since I will soon have two babies with me during the day, I will need two car seats. I’m sure we won’t be bouncing all around town, but I know I won’t want to be confined to the house with Bonnie and Luke five days of the week either. An accommodating vehicle is a necessity if we want to go for walk at the park, or make Target runs, or if Bonnie has a chiropractic or pediatric appointment, etc., etc.
So we bought our first-ever, grown-up vehicle.
But being the genius that I am, I went to trade in my car without the title. I absentmindedly left the title at home. Andrew assumed I had it, and it honestly had not even crossed my mind. Once we realized I’d left the title at home, I decided to leave Andrew at the car lot, and to come home alone to get the title. Should have been no big deal.
I knew where the title was and found it quickly, because I was in a rush to get back to the car lot and get the whole car-buying thing over with.
Then the trouble started.
With nothing but the title in my hand (no purse, no wallet, no cell phone…) I realized I’d locked myself out of both the house and the car. My keys were inside the house on the table by our front door. I racked my brain trying to decide what the best way to proceed would be.
I settled on the doggie door.
This would have been a lot easier if I were not eight months pregnant. And wearing a maxi dress. And if I were about 40 pounds lighter. And it would have been a lot easier if we had a real doggie door. The previous renters cut a hole into the door, but the wood around it is pretty jagged, and there is a nail that protrudes just enough to be a little dangerous. We added a frame and a flap, but never fixed the nail. Bad call.
Since I am WAY over the weight and size limit for the doggie door, the experience was pretty traumatic. I got massively stuck, my dress ripped, and the same nail that ripped my dress also tore a great cut into my thigh.
But I did manage to claw my way through. It only took about five minutes, but those five minutes were long and excruciating, and panic inducing.
Needless to say, my entire body HURTS.
And I am having a spare house key made tomorrow!!!
How far along? 33 weeks. Research shows that women with PCOS are at higher risk for delivering babies before they are full-term… But if Bonnie can hang in there for just 4 more weeks, then we will have made it, and she is welcome to come anytime AFTER that.
Total weight gain? 16 pounds and counting. I’m hoping not to gain more than 25 pounds, but my weight gain does seem to be picking back up again, so we shall see!
Maternity clothes? Yes, and I finally feel like I look more pregnant than fat! Almost every time I go somewhere now, someone asks me when my baby is due, what I’m having, or how far along I am.
Stretch marks? Still nothing on my tummy. But a small one on my breast.
Sleep: Overall, a bit better recently. I’m still getting up often to go to the bathroom, but in between bathroom visits I am sleeping well.
Best moment this week: Hearing Bonnie’s heartbeat at our doctor’s appointment on Tuesday was pretty great. Or maybe the best moment was getting the first hair cut I’ve had in a year and a half… that was really refreshing. Or maybe it was getting this little guy:
The same friend whose baby boy I will have the honor of meeting and taking care of soon gave me this for Bonnie. Her timing was perfect, because she gave this to me only several hours after the horrid doggie door incident. The colors match Bonnie’s nursery so well, and she could not have chosen a better Bible verse… or a better animal! I absolutely love, love, love it! I was shocked, and so touched by her thoughtfulness.
Miss anything? Hmm… Nope!
Movement: CONSTANT! I went to the chiropractor on Monday, and he used the Webster technique. The technique reduces intrauterine constrains, which can cause the baby to move. The point is to encourage the baby toward the best position for labor. And Bonnie has been moving almost non-stop since Monday! She seems to be gradually settling back down, but the first half of the week she was CRAZY.
Food cravings: Ice and chocolate. More specifically… brownies! And Subway sandwiches, which is super strange.
Anything making you feel queasy or sick: Bonnie’s strong, constant movements on Monday-Wednesday were making me feel kind of funny… but I don’t know that I would describe it as a sick or queasy feeling… just weird.
Gender: A girl!
Labor signs: No.
Symptoms: Nothing new. Just a growing, moving tummy. I have Braxton Hicks almost daily, but not regularly.
Belly button in or out? In, and getting a little bit flat.
Wedding ring on or off? It’s back off now, for the most part.
Happy or moody most of the time: Unbelievably happy.
Looking forward to: My sister’s visit in two weeks. My dad is actually coming into town that same weekend for a golf tournament!
What’s Going on with Baby:
- Bonnie is still gaining weight, and may weigh over 4 pounds now! She should grow another inch this week.
- I am passing antibodies to her as she continues to develop her own fetal immune system.
- Her skeleton is hardening, except for her skull. Her skull will stay malleable so that it can fit through the birth canal, etc.
After such an action packed weekend, we signed off early last night, and this is what Andrew and Biscuit looked like by the time 9 pm rolled around: